As you may know, earlier this year I completed my university degree. I studied Media Production: Journalism at York St John University and (kind of) graduated with a 2:1. I say kind of because my graduation has been cancelled…but more on that later.
You’re always told university is a time for you to come out of your shell and meet your best friends for the rest of your life, and that is VERY true. I feel like I couldn’t function without Marty, especially in these trying times we’re having. As I mentioned in my last post, I went through a break up so understandably I was a bit down in the dumps. You always need a best friend to help you pick yourself up and go on gin dates with, plus it’s always handy when they work in a class bar too!
First Year Nerves
You have to know that I failed my AS levels. Miserably. They spelt EEUU. I didn’t let that stop me from getting onto a BTEC course of Creative Media and smashing it. I still can’t believe this was all three or four years ago, I feel very old. In 2017, I started York St John University with a fresh mindset and ready to start my new journey of a trainee journalist.
Everyone says your first year at uni doesn’t count towards your final grade BUT it does give you a general idea of what you will graduate with. Weirdly my first year of university was pretty much identical to the course I did at college so it was all familiar to me. I met Marty in passing so we were friendly but we didn’t really talk much which, looking back, is an actual shame because he is just an angel. I missed a year of him being my best friend. I’m starting to realise this post is basically a love letter to the one and only Marty, but that’s not a bad thing.
Second Round of Journalism…Here We Gooooo!
Year two saw us face a HORRID exam. I don’t do well under exam pressure – I just forget everything the night before and panic. The worst part about it was it was on media law and ethics so it’s important shizzle for a trainee journo to know. While learning about this tough topic, we were introduced to ‘newsdays’, where we had to produce a radio and TV show each week, all based in York. The first semester was radio and the second was TV so we got the easiest one out of the way first.
Marty and I grew closer in second year and now you can’t even keep us apart – not even the fact that he lives miles away now. Every time we had to pair up – it’d start to be the same people together and it would always be me and him. The good thing about our friendship is we know when to switch to work mode – especially with big group assignments so we’re both all about supporting each other but if we disagreed, we would work it out in a calm manner and not fall out.
Even when I’m being the daftest person in the world – he can still manage crazy Niamh.
Third Year…Covid Hits.
The start of our third year was brilliant. We were all excited to start our dissertations and get them done in the first semester so we could focus on our final projects. I did my dissertation on social media and influencers…I had to reference my OWN website, haha! While writing this blog, I had a mini brain fart and completely forgot what I wrote my diss on, oops!
Obviously, Corona decided to hit us – which meant we finished our final three months from home in lockdown. It also meant Marty and I had to finish our final group project via Microsoft Teams, what a happy day that was when we said goodbye to that software. However, Corona didn’t just ruin our final months – it also cancelled our graduation. I am gutted. In fact that’s too light but I’ll leave you to come up with how I really feel.
Three years complete and all I got was my certificate in the post. No photos with the family and friends, no getting dressed up and heading to the Minster. Nothing. Mam, Dad and I are going to have a fancy meal when Corona allows us to so I can get the celebration I deserve. I guess it’s one of those things but I feel robbed, ha!